broken

what's become of him
when all that's left
are blinking lights
of an unanswered call
and burnt out ashes
with stains on carpets
slept on the day before
not even the night
anymore.
what's become of him
when all that matters
are strings of pills
joined with bottle caps
mirrored in puddles
of tears, splashes of
unidentified substances
left too long alone
untended.